Zuri rushed into Patel’s burrow unannounced.
“My Queen,” she panted in her haste.
She had obviously been running. Belatedly realizing she had barraged into the chamber without permission, she extended a paw and bowed.
“There has been a death,” she said without ceremony. “Please come.”
Patel rose quickly from her furs and followed her assistant to the entrance of the main lair.
Her sister, Uland was sitting on her haunches clutching her son Morllo to her chest. He was obviously dead. Her two other sons stood to one side. They were battered and beaten as though the three had been in a battle of old.
“What happened,” the Matriarch demanded.